While sitting in ceramics class working on my project, I was listening to the hum of conversation around the room. There were some older women who where chatting about how fun it was watching their grandchildren hunt for their Easter eggs, there was a younger group of kids talking about spring break parties and there were two older men who were listen in on the conversations with me as well. One of the gentlemen made a comment about the worst part of Easter for him was the Jesus and religious part in it. He hated religion and he especially hated hearing from people how Jesus died on the cross and rose again three days later. He went on saying that those who believe this hog wash were lost poor souls.
I could not help to swallow the lump in my throat and bite my tongue because every cell in my body wanted to lash back offending me and others as believers in Christ. In stead of doing that, I just took the time to pray for him and look at him in a way that he was the lost soul and he need my prayer more than he needed me to back lash.
On my way home, I could not help to reflect on that incident and think how may there are in this world that think just like he does. How many are blindly walking and living life daily lost with no help from a savior. It saddened me.
We as christians have a lot to do to help the lost get found and it is God’s greatest desire to see all his children saved and in heaven with him one day seated at his table .
Today and for every day to follow, I will pray for the opportunity to bring the gospeto those lost by living it out before them and also by taking the time to tell them you much God really loves them and desires to be their savior.